Love is in the Air(ball) Nancy Kapist was nervous after the board meeting. The chairman reiterated the whole paper’s dependence on Frank’s contribution and that Nancy was completely responsible for him. She figured that she needed to secure his promise for the year, his full commitment to writing with excellence. She needed to inject her magic on Frank to keep him in line, like a booster shot to keep immunized. “Hello?” “Hi babe,” the editor replied, “how have you been?” “Good, I guess. I am a little depressed. You know how I always feel at the start of the fall basketball season, about being stuck covering high school sports. It’s an old story – previously plowed ground.” “We talked at length about you at the board meeting,” she told him as she launched into her fully dishonest, manipulation-mode. “The chairman understands your contribution to the bottom line of the paper. I brought-up my desire to transfer you to another department. He wishes he could authorize me to move you over to the crime desk right now, but with general paper revenues down, the paper needs you for this year doing what you do.”
